She didn’t seem aware of what was happening when I briefly stopped toying with her breasts so I could unlock her handcuffs. She remained pliant and supple as I directed her to grasp her elbows behind her back. I bound them in place with the length of rope that remained from her chest harness. She hissed in a breath when the harness tightened farther as I finished securing her arms.
Her breathing stuttered, and she began to sway. She was falling deep into her submissive headspace, her mind finally accepting that she was powerless against me. All she could do was surrender.
Judging by the desire dripping down her thighs, she reveled in the release.
I placed one hand on top of her head, lightly gripping her hair to steady her. With my other, I pressed the button beneath my desk that would lower my suspension point. The metal ring glinted under the lights as the thick cable unwound, bringing it to the desired level.
Samantha’s eyes fixed on the ring, and a high giggle slipped past the gag. The sound made warmth unfurl in my chest, a deeper burn than the heat of my lust for her.
I rubbed my fingertips over her plump lips. “That’s a lovely sound. I’m almost sorry I gagged you so I can’t see that pretty smile.” A slightly cruel grin twisted my scar. “Almost. You’re very sweet when you can’t do more than moan and whimper.” I loved having her like this: completely vulnerable to anything I wanted to do to her.
My pretty fucktoy.
The word stuck in my mind. It didn’t elicit the same sense of excitemen
t as it had when I’d first captured her. I might still want to tame her, but I wanted her to be more than my sex object. Now that I’d heard her laugh, I craved to savor the sound again.
I’d thought of her as mine from the very beginning, but now, my plans for her shifted slightly. I’d still train her to please me, but I’d be more careful with her. I’d keep most of her personality intact. The prospect posed a fresh challenge for me, but I looked forward to facing it. Dark anticipation raced through me as I imagined this clever, quick-witted woman choosing to place her trust in me and submit to me.
Yes, that was much better than shaping her into something solely meant for my twisted pleasures. She would give me everything, and she would cede all herself willingly.
Eventually.
Her brow wrinkled, her formidable mind threatening to start firing in every direction again. I wouldn’t allow her to escape this submissive state.
I tapped her nose in light reprimand. “Stay just like you are. Focus on me.”
Her eyes glazed over slightly as she sank back down into submission, but they remained fixed on my face. She’d succumbed to the first part of my plan: quieting her mind and bringing her to a state of calm.
It was time to prepare her for my interrogation. She’d be mindless by the time I questioned her. I wouldn’t have to intimidate her to get the answers I desired. She’d give them eagerly in exchange for her reward.
The metal ring dangled a few feet above her head. I retrieved one last coil of rope and began looping it through the metal, weaving it between the knots on her body at strategic points. I focused on her right side, intent on suspending her horizontally. She could maintain the position for much longer than an inverted suspension, and I’d be able to keep a closer eye on her expression, assessing her mood and wellbeing.
I fed the ends of the rope through the ring and pulled. She let out a strangled cry as her bonds shifted around her, wrapping her in a tight embrace and stimulating her in new ways.
I lifted her, not stopping until she hung in midair, a meter off the ground. I tied off my work, leaving her with nothing by the artfully-arranged ropes holding her aloft. Her body was parallel to the floor, turned on its side so she was facing my desk.
Her left ankle still dangled, so I secured it with the remaining rope, forcing her knee to bend. The tighter harness around her right thigh worked against the gravity that dragged her left leg down, leaving her spread wide for me. Her pink cunt wept for attention, open and inviting.
I’d leave her wanting for a while longer, allowing her need to build.
She stared at me in rapt fascination, as though I was the center of her world. Her head began to droop toward the floor, her long copper hair cascading down in a shining wave. I cupped her cheek in my hand, craving more eye contact before her lids inevitably closed. The way she focused on me so intently made me feel worshipped, adored. In this moment, I was her god: all-powerful.
That power flooded my system, making my muscles flex as I seemed to expand in stature. My size was already intimidating to most men, but she made me feel invincible, super-human. I held her delicate face, my big hands curving around her skull. She was so physically fragile, but she’d surrendered her fierce, fiery will to me. The knowledge made something swell in my chest.
Disconcerted by the foreign sensation, I braced myself to back away. “I’m going to take care of a few things now,” I murmured. “You look very pretty, sirenita. I think I’ll keep you like this more often.”
I finally released her and settled down in my desk chair. I flipped open my laptop, and a high whine eased around the gag that filled her mouth.
“Hush now,” I commanded, not looking in her direction. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to resist touching her, and she needed time to simmer in her mounting desire. “The sooner I finish, the sooner I can play with your wet little pussy.”
She whined again in response, a needy, keening noise. Now that I’d planted the promise in her head, she’d be consumed by erotic anticipation. Once I was satisfied that she was fully malleable to my questioning, I’d begin the interrogation.
The wait was almost as difficult for me as it must be for her. I couldn’t help glancing at her every minute or so, watching her slip deeper into her helplessness. Slick arousal dripped down her thigh, but she couldn’t stimulate herself. She could only wait for my merciful touch.
Her face went slack, her head lolling forward as she floated. It didn’t take long for her eyelids to droop, blinking slowly a few times before lowering her lashes to her cheeks.
I couldn’t focus on my work, not with this gorgeous distraction. Instead, I decided to devise a means of entertainment to keep her mind occupied while I was away during the day. I wasn’t sure of her interests, but she’d said something about X-Men and cosplay. I searched my memories of her desperate confession of her innocence when I’d tormented her with the arousal cream.